Everybody Has A Price

Silent Night

The tension between Tucker and I grew. Wag and Sonja stopped teasing me when Tucker told them about what he walked into just a week ago. They told me that they never actually thought it was serious, what was going on. I talked to Dianite about Tucker and his harassment. Then I told him how Wag and Sonja stopped because they found out it was actually a thing that was happening. Dianite told Martha about was going on with Tom's death, me joining his side, Ianite being captured, Mianite faking Ianite, and just how fond Dianite and I were of each other.

Although Martha never grew to like Tom, she was still deeply saddened. But when she learned of Ianite's capture, she didn't seem the same anymore. It was like she had lost part of that control and balance. She wept for days, Dianite, Sonja, Wag, and I all trying to help reassure her. We constantly told her that we will find Ianite even if we didn't all believe it ourselves.

Dianite, Martha, and I sat alone at the table. It was late, but Martha's sadness haunted us because we shared it. None of us spoke because we were all afraid of breaking down.

"Maybe you guys should leave." Martha was obviously struggling to speak. I nodded quickly. I wanted to be distracted by anything.

"Bye, Martha." I left as fast as I could. I looked for anything distracting. I could feel myself begin to hyperventilate. I was panicking because I couldn't find a distraction. I flew into the Fortress, immediately going to my room and pacing back and forth.

Forget about Ianite for now. Forget. Forget. Forget.

The more I tried to forget, the more I thought about her. What if she was hurt? What if she was dead?

"Looking for a distraction, Sparkly Boy?" Dianite was leaning against the wall, messing with his fingers. A wave of nervousness washed over me. I didn't know why I was so nervous. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for my response.

"Yeah, I think."

"I may be able to help," he said smoothly, making his way over to me. His arms snaked around my waist. Something wasn't right.

"Dianite, are you okay?" His mouth attacked mine, the taste of liquor heavy in the kiss. I pulled away immediately. His lustful eyes bore into mine. "You're drunk!" I pushed the god toward the exit.

"So what? Everybody gets drunk sometime," he tried to argue.

"Well, I don't want a drunk Dianite trying shove his tongue down my throat." I pushed him out further. I could have sworn I saw a flash of accomplishment rather than disappointment. Was Dia completely aware of his actions? Was this an act?

"Distracted?" He raised his eyebrows in faux surprise. I rolled my eyes and smiled slightly.

"I hate you," I laughed.

"No you don't," he sang, smirking.

"I know," I complained, throwing my head back and laughing. I heard the light chuckle from Dianite. It was funny how he even sounded like a god. His chuckle made me feel like I was floating.

"I like distracting you, Sparkly." Dianite fell beackwards, onto the bed. He moved to one side making room for what I assumed to be me. "Now, come here and tell me I'm a pretty god."

"You're beautiful, Dia." I collapsed onto the bed. He laughed, absent minded. His fingers stroked my hand aimlessly. His mind was somewhere else entirely. A calm smile played on his face. "Watcha thinking?"

"How can I be so happy yet so sad?" His sad eyes looked up at me. They were lit up with passion. That was always something I loved about him. He was always so passionate about what he believed in.